The pull that he feels is not entirely the same as the one that he is used to, from Before (but with how hazy and pixilated and pockmarked his memory is, who is to say what is imagined and what is fact) but he does choose to follow it. Idly he thinks to himself that he is grateful as he wanders deeper into the neighborhood that he chose to dress much more 'basic' for this trip to the city, as it helps him to blend in where he already feels that those walking these streets are staring at him.
Maybe they are, maybe they are not. He is familiar and yet a stranger all at once.
Listening closely, he follows the pull (and the roughly drawn wards) down streets that grow more narrow and twisted the deeper he goes.
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Date: 2024-07-08 01:24 am (UTC)Maybe they are, maybe they are not. He is familiar and yet a stranger all at once.
Listening closely, he follows the pull (and the roughly drawn wards) down streets that grow more narrow and twisted the deeper he goes.